The moment Lu Huaiyu said this, he stood with his feet roughly shoulder-width apart, raised his arms, and aimed.
His jawline was smooth and sharp and his eyes seemed to have a layer of frost that made him look cool and ascetic.
Bang!
It was a crisp and clear shot, a bullseye!
The bang echoed throughout the shooting gallery.
His friends had not expected him to move so fast and were stunned for a while.
Lu Huaiyu was not just fast. He had only raised his hands and taken a casual shot, yet he could hit the bullseye.
Song Zihang, who was the one that had wanted to compete with Lu Huaiyu, saw this and smiled, before choosing a gun.
"Whoa! Lu, you've been out of the army for so long, yet you don't seem to be rusty."
Both of them had grown up in a military family and were similar in age, so they had a good relationship.
